……..How does your garden grow? If it resembles mine Mary, then it just fucking doesn’t. My garden is the small retarded cousin of all others. It takes the short bus to school and must wear a helmet to prevent injury. My garden is the half drown basket of kittens and the last couple of freezer burnt scoops of ice cream in the bottom of the carton.

Eden

Despite Steve’s fertilizer prowess and the strict watering schedule he has given me, my garden remains the skinny guy on the beach that keeps getting sand kicked in his face.

Garden of the deficient.

I am clearly not the nurturer that I (insert choking gag noise here) present myself to be.